CHAPTER 121: CHAPTER 121: 10 OF YOU CAN’T BEAT HER

Until Chu Ping felt the cold gaze from Feng Fuce beside him.

Only then did he hastily fall silent.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"Marquis, I acted impulsively. It’s just that our Xiuluo Guard haven’t seen any other living people for a few years, and I got excited for a moment..."

"And you know, when others see us, they run away as if they’ve seen King Yan."

"It’s rare for the Princess to still think of sending us food." Chu Ping said this, smiling foolishly.

Feng Fuce withdrew his cold gaze and looked down at the food box brought by Bai Zhi’er on the table.

"She’s crafty and cunning. If she has something to ask you, she naturally brings food along. In her eyes, it’s a trade of interests."

"Don’t be fooled by her young age; even ten of you can’t outplay her."

Feng Fuce picked up a piece of pastry from the food box.

The vermilion plum blossom cake was filled with substantial red bean paste, the outer skin soft and crispy.

Chu Ping quickly said, "This is quite delicious."

Feng Fuce glanced at him, his tone chilly: "You like her gifts so much, be careful she might sell you off one day."

Chu Ping immediately scratched his head, looking bewildered.

"Ah..." He was very confused: "But the Princess wouldn’t fetch much money, would she? Marquis, if you’re not eating it, could you leave it for me? I still..."

Chu Ping hadn’t even finished his sentence!

He saw Feng Fuce take a bite of the pastry in his hand.

Chu Ping: ...

The Marquis always spoke heartless words but did the opposite.

"There are still two pieces left in the box; how about leaving them all for you?" Chu Ping tentatively asked.

After tasting it, Feng Fuce only felt an ordinary sweetness.

There was none of the spiritual energy of fortune he previously sensed when Bai Zhi’er fed him.

Feng Fuce’s eyes were dark and cold as he stepped away.

"You keep it and eat."

Chu Ping was pleased and joyful: "Thank you for your generosity, Marquis!"

He picked up the food box and said to his colleagues nearby, "The Princess is so kind. Next time she comes, we’ll secretly pluck a few oranges to give her."

Thinking that Feng Fuce had gone far.

Who would have thought, just as Chu Ping finished speaking, Feng Fuce paused.

He turned around and walked back quickly, his face gloomy.

The always calm and indifferent tone was slightly urgent: "Do not give away any oranges."

Chu Ping was startled and quickly said: "Forgive me, Marquis, I was just talking!"

Feng Fuce frowned coldly, his sharp eyes filled with ominous shadows.

He gave Chu Ping a warning look.

Then he left.

Chu Ping was so scared that a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He patted his chest.

The Xiu Luo Envoy beside him consoled, "The Marquis loves that orange grove the most, even we usually can’t set foot there casually, let alone you secretly picking from it."

Chu Ping hurriedly waved his hands: "I won’t pick them, I won’t, preserving my life is paramount."

Bai Zhi’er returned afterward.

Before bed in the evening, the little one pleaded with Bai Xilie on behalf of Yu Zhun’s family.

Bai Xilie listened to all the interrogation details.

Beneath those handsome cold eyebrows, a pair of starry eyes surged with emotions.

With his daughter in front, he suppressed his anger towards Zheng Jin.

Bai Xilie’s large hand brushed over Bai Zhi’er’s small head.

"Alright, Zhi’er pleading for them is a blessing in their fate."

"Since that’s the case, father can show mercy to his family."

Bai Xilie immediately called for Eunuch Quan Xi to draft a decree.

"Publicly, it will be said that it’s because of the Princess’s kindness, not wanting to implicate Yu Zhun’s family, that I showed some leniency!"

Eunuch Quan Xi received the order: "This servant will arrange it right away."

Bai Xilie looked back at his daughter: "Zhi’er, can you sleep now?"

Bai Zhi’er blinked her grape-like eyes and nodded.

She snuggled into the bed, her small hand resting on it, long eyelashes fluttering.

"Daddy, I love you very much today too!"

The gloom in Bai Xilie’s heart was dispelled by his daughter’s bright smile.

He nodded slowly, the warmth of fatherly love filling his eyes.

"Daddy loves Zhi Bao too."

He soothed his daughter until she fell asleep.